With a stage production like “Peter Pan,” Clarkston drama students will be sure to put their best British-type accents to use – Captain Hook’s evil threats just wouldn’t sound the same otherwise.

I’ve been getting my fill of British accents myself, as my journey into entertainment free of cable television continues.

I’ve enjoyed lots of Japanese anime shows of all sorts on Netflix, ported through my trusty though increasingly outdated Wii , as well as Youtube and some others.

But now it’s England’s turn, namely, “Dr. Who.” With just a sampling of episodes from throughout the sci-fi show’s dozens of seasons, I’m not prepared to call myself a Whovian yet, but there I am getting.

Some are rather odd and offputting, but the structure is altogether brilliant. Whenever an actor playing Dr. Who wants to or has to leave and a new actor fills the role, they just write in a scene where the good doctor regenerates his form.

Perhaps the same can be said of James Bond, with his ever changing visages.

Amongst my favorite parts is the fact that everyone and everything in the shows I’ve seen so far has a British accent.

I thought Daleks were rather silly, designed in the 60s in the shape of a large trashbin with a toilet plunger for an arm, but they’re actually rather formidable.

When they screech their catchphrase I shrink in horror, even though it sounds like they’re saying “Ex-stair-me-night!” Not for the faint of heart, they are, for they put into practice their philosophy with many a death ray.

And Wendy Padbury’s Zoë Heriot, a young 21st century astrophysicist found on a rotating space station and who served as companion to the second doctor from 1968 to 1969, is absolutely charming.

Sadly, the supply of episodes on Netflix is quite limited. Alas, to the DVDs I must wander!